BEHOLD this swarthy faceâ€”these gray eyes, This beardâ€”the white wool, unclipt upon my neck, My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting, kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love, And I, on the crossing of the street, or on the shipâ€™s deck, give a kiss in return;We observe that salute of American comrades, land and sea, We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.